~Thank you all for reading. This is my first foray into writing but I do a lot of storytelling otherwise, and as such the beginning chapters might be a bit too slow burn for some of you. However I couldn't delve into what I feel might be a longer story without properly trying to establish the main elements that make this what it is.
This might also contain certain elements that don't appeal to all. For those of you who stick around, I hope you enjoy the types of fetish tropes (enlarged sizes, Fantasy, Harem, Powers) I have indulged in. Enjoy.
Level Up.
I'm not sure if it was the sharp feeling of rocks in my back or the pain coming from my head that woke me first. Either way it was certainly one of the most unpleasant feelings I have had and I get bullied on a regular basis too. Those feelings were shortly forgotten when in opening my eyes I found myself sitting in the middle of a cave. This was not where I had been but a moment ago. In fact, I had been at home, right?
Greetings User!
"What the hell?" I rubbed my eyes thinking I must be seeing things. But sure enough, floating there before me appeared a green holographic screen.
Welcome to Tarth! And to your first Dungeon! Here you will learn the basics of what it takes to survive in this World first hand.
"What the fuck?" I murmured. "Dungeon? Tarth? Survival? That makes literally no sense to me, I was..."
That's when it hit me. Yesterday I had been in the old computer labs as part of an extracurricular assignment from Mr. Roberts. My job was to sort through the decades of old floppy discs, computers, USB drives, and so much more. All in an effort for the school to see what they could sell or donate to other schools in need.
I remember getting the key from Mr. Roberts and heading down that way after everything that went down before lunch. Along with being a Junior about 1 week from summer break. I was way ahead of the game in terms of credits to graduate, so that hard work had its perks. Such as getting to use your free block to sort through the old computer junk. Mr. Roberts had told me that if I found anything personally interesting and that it didn't seem too expensive that the school might make some money back on it, I could keep it.
Which like, what a fucking deal on top of not having to deal with the bullies that wandered the halls around D block. Especially Seth, whom I had an unfortunate run in with earlier today that almost cost me more than the black eye that was beginning to form. Though to be fair I just had to open my fat mouth.
See, I had found him bent over my friend Sam. She was a petite thing. Only 4'8" with silky pitch black hair. She was a bit overweight and bookish. She liked to dress in a goth/punk style. Preferring the comfort of the larger clothes to hide her features from unwanted attention. Plus her love for all things witchy, as she put it.
Seth loved to pick on my entire friend group. Him, and his goonies Eric and Trevor. They weren't Jocks if that's something you were wondering. The popular kids didn't bother to mess with us as we were so far below them. No, these were the hicks that loved to bully anyone who they deemed less. Which these days, was everyone.
I had been on my way to lunch when I turned the corner and found Seth with one arm braced against the wall by Sam's head. His other hand had just taken her books and tossed them down the hall. Eric and Trevor stood a few feet behind him chuckling to themselves.
"Come on Sam," Seth drawled. You could see the chew bulging in his lower lip. "Why don't you follow me out to my truck and we can have a little fun? I'll make you feel like a good girl for sucking my cock."
At first I had half hidden myself about the corner after spotting them. Unsure of what to do. But hearing that line, it had me seeing red and charged out from around the corner and barreled down on him. I didn't usually do such things, but at this moment I wasn't going to let this disgusting pig talk to her like that.
"You son of a bitch!" I roared as I ran as fast as I could at him. Which wasn't very fast but I had the meat on my bones that the momentum was enough that I took us both to the ground when I grabbed his side.
"What th-" He didn't have the time to turn fast enough to face me. I only got one slightly good slug into his face. Honestly more like a graze, before his friends were pulling me back off of him.
"YOU FAT FUCKING PIG!" He screamed at me. "I'll teach you what happens to hogs that break through the fence. He jumped on top of me and got a solid right hook into my left eye. Which slammed my head into the floor and had me seeing stars.
"Seth, stop it!" I could just barely hear Sam yelling. The ringing in my ears made everything feel muffled and far away.
"Shut up, whore! You're next! Make sure you watch this, because this is what happens to those that cross me. Hold his arms down boys, we're gonna castrate this son-a-bitch." He spat on my face.
I looked sheepishly to Sam as my left eye was closing and tried to motion for her to run. Which thankfully she did. I wasn't really worried about what Seth had said. Every student was checked for weapons upon walking into school by a metal detector and the school's officer.
That calm was quickly replaced by anxiety and fear as I felt hands pulling at my pants and the ominous sound of a blade locking into place. I tried to look up and over my large gut, only to see the top of Seth's head and his hand raised, a buck knife in hand.
"Where the hell did you get that!" I was now panicking. I began wriggling hard in the hopes of getting my arms free from Eric and Trevor. They were laughing at me and yelling "Pig" and "Squee!".
Seth joined them in their laughter. He had torn away my boxer briefs to reveal my small pecker hidden somewhat by folds of fat.
"I don't know why you're so worried, Pig, you ain't got much to lose and I bet you've never seen it in your life. Nor ever felt a womens mouth or tongue on it. So we are just saving the poor unfortunate girl or man that you should press yourself upon when you finally break and embrace the fat beast that you are." His knife hand had begun to lower.
I was kicking and screaming now, for any kind of help. Sadly this floor of the school was just lockers and bathrooms and I didn't know where Sam had gone. I am glad she had gotten away. I'd always had a bit of a crush on her and I wouldn't want her to see me like this.
"Now let's get this started." Seth said.
"Jesus fucking christ, you psychopath! Let me go!" I screamed. Thankfully through my now tear filled eyes I saw Seth get wrenched back and felt my arms become free. I instantly rolled in on myself and crawled away towards one of the locker walls. Tugging at my pants as I felt the cold aluminum of the lockers against my back.
There in the middle of the hall was crouched the school officer, Officer Decker. He had his right boot on Seth's left hand and was applying pressure until Seth dropped the knife from his clenched fist. Officer Decker's taser was pointed into Seth's chest.
"That's enough Seth, I don't want to have to use this, but it wouldn't be out of line for what I just saw." Officer Decker was calm and collected at that moment. The only sign of tension was the vein I could see bulging on the side of his dark temple.
"Fuck you, you dirty-" Seth didn't get to finish his sentence as Office Deckers hand squeezed the trigger on his taser, sending Seth into a fit of hysterics. I think Office Decker let his hand hold down that trigger a little longer than necessary for that last incompleted, but implied comment of Seth's. So long that I saw a large stain starting to form on Seth's pants.
Shortly after the Assistant principal appeared followed by some police and they ended up escorting Seth, Eric and Trevor away from the school. I was taken to Assistant Principal Ainsworth's office where I was sat down and asked to recall the events. Officer Decker stood behind me the whole time and recounted what he had seen to Mr. Ainsworth before stating that he needed to go speak with the officers who had Seth and the others.
"Mr. Johnson," began Mr. Ainsworth, "I'm incredibly sorry for what happened to you and Miss Whitemore. The school will begin the immediate process of expelling Mr. Diggins and his accomplices. We'll have to talk to the police, but I think considering the eye witness testimony of Officer Decker, your own account and the footage I'm sure to find on the school's cameras that there is more than enough to press charges against your assailants. Is that something that you would like to do?"
I couldn't really think of a good answer at the time as I kept running back through what had transpired not 20 minutes ago.
"I'm not sure, Mr. Ainsworth," I gulped. "I think I just need some time to calm down and to be by myself. Is it possible that I could return to my classes for the day?"
"If you think that's what you need at this time, I won't argue with you. Do you feel that it would be better for you to go home?" He asked me. His arms now folded on his desk as he looked at me with concern.
"No sir, my parents aren't home and won't be until later this evening." I was looking down at my hands, wringing them over and over. "If anything, could I perhaps spend the rest of the school day working on my assignment with Mr. Roberts?"
"Sure, I'll let him know that you'll be on your way." He reached for his phone at the corner of his desk and dialed Mr. Robert's room. With a few short words they spoke and I was on my way to the Computer Science room. Mr. Roberts saw my condition and handed me the key to the old rooms and storage and left me to my devices. He understood what it was like. I'm sure he had been a nerd like me in his teenage years.
I was in a daze as I drifted to the school's basement. Going over and over everything that had happened and cursing myself for not being a better, fitter person. Upset with myself for the way I was and my inability to properly help Sam. How would she look at me when she saw me again? At least she didn't see how bad it got. But I'm sure the rumor mill would get wind of it all soon enough.
Sighing, I recalled everything my parents had done in the past to raise me right. Jim and Charlene, were not bad people, but both had become very into their careers when their personal dreams for me died. So not a whole lot of time was spent at home. Only so much one can do when they seem to have lost out on the loaded genetic pool that they shared when having me. So nowadays they left me to my own devices, which there was nothing wrong with that to me. Not to say with all of that, that they didn't love me or didn't treat me well. It just changed to better suit who I actually was.
Both of my parents had volunteered to coach every little league team in the vain hopes that more direct involvement as a kid would help me develop into an athletic prodigy. I never understood it. The reason why I could never seem to meet their and everyone else expectations. I mean I understood the games perfectly. My mind was perfectly capable of picking up on everything I needed to do but my body couldn't respond as I felt it should.
I always felt sluggish, like I was held down by weights everywhere. Either way they eventually gave up and figured that their dreams for that type of a child wasn't going to happen.
